At the end of the day
We give the pearls away
Leaving the collection of knowledge
At the entrance of the cave

Om

It is
In the space
Between the words
Of our stories
That we meet

Om

Fire burning
You away
As the teachings illuminate
With its flame
Of truth

Om

Don’t miss the space
Between the fibers
Of the canvas
Upon which all
Of maya is painted

Om

This breath
Carries the entire Universe

Om

First
Live the teachings 

Soon
The teachings live you

Om

We write the story
And live the script

Om

When I cease
I am

Om

There is something about worn white prayer flags. Against a clear blue sky. And the wind dancing with the fabric. There is something so graceful about the dance, and the transparency, of the weave against the sky. The elements playing with the essence, the space between the strings of belief, which becomes our weave, our fabric. Though it is like the prayer holds a sense of I-ness, at some level not fully accepting what is. Let the prayer be an offering. Give your life. Get swept away. Let the color of conditioning dissolve. Into nothingness. Into fullness. Your essence. Beautiful being. Innermost Self. Dancing with the elements. Yet is never touched. Let the wind play. You play. And realize that the space in your weave, is what unites you with the sky that you are.

Om

Observe what flows
In all directions

It's quite fascinating
How it all just moves

Like waves on the ocean
Falling back into itself

Om

It is all
A continuous
Satsang

Om

Love lives
As subject
Through object
And the space in between

Love Is

Om

Bittersweet

Because I have you
I will loose you

But

In Love
We both Are

So

Be with me
In Love

Om

When you feel love
I am there
When you give love
I am there
When you let love in
I am there
When you hold space
I am there
Always nestled at your center

Let your heart stay open
To receive

I will protect the jewel
Of your willingness
To stay
In love
As love
Open
Willing
Beautiful
As you Are

We meet
In Love

Om

When sensing
The Presence
That I Am
Even the recognition
Of I Am
Is  a super-imposition
Onto That which
Already Is

Even the recognition
Of I Am
Is a veil upon That
Which Is 

Om

THIS
Is it

Om

When
Is not

Now
Is

Om

RENUNCIATION

Of the effort
Of the idea of being in control
Of wanting to change
Of wanting to change people or situations
Of attitudes and beliefs
Of endless desires
Of wanting peace
Of wanting to be united with God
Of the layers we collect
Of what we use to cover up
Of that which vails the purity of existence
Of judgments coloring our vision
Of the complexity we create
Of who you think you are
Of suffering - yes, it is a choice
Of all that the moment is not

Om

It is so ironic
That we use words
To point to silence
The cosmic joke
In essence

Om

You have to drop it all
To see from where
I am

Om

If you ever forget
How radiant you are
Close your eyes
And meet yourself again

Om

Find out
Who or what
Is hiding
In the longing
Of becoming

Om

Stripped bare
When here
There is only room
For Being

Om

I am free of creation
Yet it is all dependent upon my being

I am nothing
Yet none of this is without me

Om

You are
A reflection
Of That which
I am 

Om

Love
Is to see
The profound
In the ordinary
And to know
That it’s all
The same

Om

Words
Grasping
Fleeting moments
Distorted
By definition

The essence
Pulsating
Untouched

Om

We see each other
Beyond the idiosyncrasies
Of being human
And find refuge
In the silence
That holds it all
The words
The language
The mind

We hold each other
In the spaciousness
Of the heart

In Love
We Are

Om

The Gift is the Surrender
Surrender into the Gift

Om

Between
Inhale and exhale
I am

Om

She is silence
He is sound

Om

Born out of silence
Held in the space of silence
Embraced by silence

He is
Expression
Manifesting power

He is
Resolve

What he does
Happens in her

She is inside
Looking out
He is outside
Looking in

In the seeing
They meet

Without the Other
You wouldn’t see the essence
Of the One

I am you
You are me

Om

The thoughts are mere waves
On the vast ocean within you
If you’re silent enough
You’ll hear the deep murmur
Of the ocean that you are

Om

Sadhana is a process
As is a prayer
As is Life

Sadhana is where you attend to
The ebb and flow of Life

Sadhana is the process of
Stepping into the inner sanctuary
Where the movement of Life
Is held revered at the altar of Stillness

Sadhana is the reflection
Of the candle light offered in the puja
Of the flame within all

Om

VIVEKA : discrimination

The mind is employed
To see the patterns of mind

One applies the faculty of discrimination
To sense the movement of the mind

The names and forms
Are born out of mind stuff

The mind is needed
To see its own content

But awareness doesn’t care
About movement or no movement
Activity or no activity
It just holds space 

So take a step back
Rest into the space of awareness
See if you can let go
Of defining the happening
And just let life flow

Om

We discriminate
To create order
To differentiate This from That

Yet there is an end
To the pointing
To the differentiating

When you really look
You see it is all the same

Then there is no longer a purpose
For discrimination
Holding This from That

Since all of That is the same as This

It all Is

Om

RETREAT

While rekindling the fire within you
You rekindle the fire between us

By nurturing the fire within you
We grow intimately closer

The light of the fire is the same
In you and me alike

Om

Your gifts
Were never yours
And not meant to keep

Om